Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't hate you. I'll just never be able to trust you.
...it's two days in the hole.
You ever heard of a condition called flattus feetacitus?
May I remind you that you are addressing the acting supervisor...
You and me got a hot date tonight.
How about some clean towels and a basket of fruit?
Makes sense, right?
I wonder where he is.
I'm just going in there and update Mr. Addison on the Anselmo case.
You were gonna tell me, weren't you?
I'm getting on the next plane to Chicago.
To me, this is more than just a prison.
...I don't wanna hear any crap out of you.
-...Is carrying your papoose-- -Mine, sir? No, sir.
Haven't you heard anything I've said?
I saw a selfish, gluttonous fiend.
Cuban.
Not much happening this end. Actually, I do have some news.
Agnes.
Keep moving. Don't pull on the chain.
I came here to see the kid.
Well, you know, I like to get inside people's heads.
That's Derrick.
You're gonna shine them.
He gets these shoes custom-made all the way from Italy.
That I'm some kind of two-timing, duplicitous weasel?
This isn't MacGilicuddy's baby.
Open up Cellblock 2.
Is this a personal call we are making on company time?
I mean, that you're....
Watch them slip off those surly bonds of earth.
You just disappeared.
Agnes, thank God you've come.
Hubba-hubba.